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The premises vacated by Mason & Taylor are now home to the second branch of the Aberdeenshire brewery of the same name, after the original in Camden. You can buy Brewdog beers in Tesco and Asda now, and it has bars in almost every major British city, but it still somehow maintains independence and an air of rebelliousness.

Brewdog Shoreditch looks bit like a foundry (bare lights, bits of iron, moulded aggregate). It's not as sterile as it sounds, and there are wooden booths for a bit of privacy from the crowds. As with Camden, it’s often rammed with hopheads male and female – it's all about the craft beers here. There isn't a single sop for Carling or Krony lovers in sight. Everything on offer is a celebration of the endless drinking possibilities that arise when malt, water, yeast and hops come into contact, from the dark and spicy Alice Porter to the sharp and fruity Raspberry Revolver. The most popular brew, Punk IPA, has enough hops packed into it to dispel all memories of any brackish brown beer you might have tried and hated. Average beer strength must be about 6.5 per cent, and none of it's cheap, so best stick to half-pints.

Brewdog Camden sells good pizzas and burgers; here it’s 'Japanese street food'. In a Scottish brewery's craft beer bar in London. Why this is so isn't clear. But it's not bad – a ‘gyudon roll’ was stuffed with slow-cooked, salty sweet beef, and ‘katsu skewers’ were deep-fried morsels of lotus root and okra on sticks with dipping sauce. I'm not sure what they'd make of it in Fraserburgh, or Fukuoka for that matter.

This venue used to be an oasis away from the mainstream Shoreditch
bars with good beers, good music, a relaxed atmosphere and friendly bar staff. On
a recent visit, I was horrified at how far things have fallen. On entering the
basement bar, I was queuing for a drink when an argument broke out between a
tall, bearded barman and a girl. He got the order wrong and then started shouting
at her rather than rectifying his mistake. While Angry Beard was slagging off
the punters, two slow, preening barmen painstakingly constructed cocktails seemingly
oblivious to the burgeoning queue.Over
the next 25 minutes, several prompts for service from several thirsty customers
fell on deaf ears. The atmosphere was toxic as the superiorist staff revelled
in winding up the public by ignoring them. A flat pint of punk finally arrived
on the half hour mark.After this
repeated itself on a second bar visit, it dawned on me that this is now the way
it is. Unhelpful, narcissistic bar staff with nothing but loathing for their
customers. The BrewDog Shoreditch has become what it set out to fight against. It
has become a soulless cavern of contempt.

Hello guys! Friday 9/8 me and two friends of mine, we were going to the brewdog to drink a good pint around 11pm after a fantastic dinner but the bodyguard he did not allow us inside and when why asked "why", his fantastic answer it was " because you are Italians and you are not allowed". Obviously it was a defiance, but no reason why because we weren't drunk and anyway a racist behavior it shouldn't be allowed in London in 2013.. We are completely disappointed.

Beers are excellent, but the pseudo-alternative branding is so cringey it makes me double over. You'd think a fourteen year old boy had done their marketing. Also suffers from inevitable Brick Lane run-off.